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mike gip – stop that lyrics

[intro: mike gip]
yeah, listen up man
i’ma give y’all n-ggas a couple of seconds, you know?
come clean about some sh-t, you lying -ss n-ggas
you better stop that, boy you better stop that

[verse 1: mike gip]
okay now listen, here’s a proposition
let’s go into the kitchen, time to do the dirty dishes
claimin’ that you f-cking b-tches, and you k!lling all the snitches
all that sh-t is fabricated n-gga, faker than extensions
i’m just reminiscin’ how sh-t used to be
back when baggy pants used to be flee
and back when i had your girl sitting in the tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
now she all on me, we f-u-c-k-i-n-g
i just give her what she need, you begging screaming please
you all on your knees while i got her on her knees, boy please
i’m a mack, never nothing less
you’re the type to get g-ssed like hess
i’m about green and i’m fly like a jet
i hit it, then i kicked her off the bus like next

[hook: mike gip]
oh you got a strap? man i don’t give a f-ck
put that sh-t down b-tch boy, knuckle up
you never ever let it ring, who you shot at?
you better stop that, boy you better stop that
f-cking model broads, man you a f-cking lie
selling work on the strip, n-gga where’s the white?
how you k!lling snitches when you been a rat?
you better stop that, boy you better stop that

[verse 2]
i know a lot of actors in this music sh-t
kitty litter -ss n-ggas, so full of sh-t
i’m from the garden so you know i gotta’ talk mine
got these n-ggas faces sour like they’re sucking on a lime
i’m a lil n-gga with the mind of a beast
down south flow, i thought y’all n-ggas from the east?
oh you’re tough? oh
you love the beef? so
how come when you’re brought the beef, you ain’t tryna eat?
she throwing the p-ssy at you, why you ain’t tryna beat?
oh i forgot you gotta’ put a molly in her drink
ooh i’m ’bout to make these n-ggas hot
they’re sizzling like the work in their pot, not
f-ck y’all and who y’all represent
speaking in general, but where it if the shoe fits
i’m a greasy -ss n-gga, i’m like that
you ain’t like that, boy you better stop that

[hook]

[verse 3]
claiming you a real n-gga, you fugaz
i can see right through you with my two eyes
got your shorty with me n-gga i ain’t talking plies
she’s right on my side like a small fry
lying -ss n-ggas
crying -ss n-gga
whining -ss n-ggas
k!ll your self suicide -ss n-ggas
b-tch -ss n-ggas
cop a brick then sniff -ss n-ggas
see the boys start snitching -ss n-ggas
you ain’t whipping work, where your kitchen at n-gga?

- mike gip lyrics

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